Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Qi Zhimu fell into deep thought, and after a while, his eyebrows twitched slightly.

"I've got it. Perhaps we can try temporarily separating her sense of smell and taste, and modifying her visual nerves specifically."

Just do it if you have an idea.

The next day at the martial arts arena, all Qi Zhimu saw about Jing Liu was a blurry figure, and he couldn't even smell her presence.

It seems to be quite effective.

For three consecutive months, no problems arose from close contact and interaction.

Upon seeing this, Jingliu couldn't help but frown.

If it were truly that effective, why did the master still avoid her from afar afterward?

Soon, what happened next confirmed her guess.

That's all.

"Master, the martial arts examination officially begins tomorrow. I'd like to practice some more, is that alright?"

"Okay, whatever you want."

She was very disappointed after hearing her master's words.

She believed that her master would never stop because he was tired; he just didn't want to spar with her anymore.

After returning home, he sensed his master's lingering presence in the bathroom, a mixture of the scents of Sleeping Snow and Qinghan.

She arbitrarily concluded that her master had just had sexual relations with them.

As I went back to my room to get my pajamas to prepare for a shower, I passed by Qinghan's room and heard her suppressed moaning.

In the end, she forced herself to believe that everything was normal, and that the abnormal thing was herself, and the matter was barely dropped.

But now?

When she saw Mianxue Qinghan taking a bath, her out-of-control master, clinging to the last shred of his sanity, burst through the door and appeared behind Mianxue in an instant, biting her with his mouth.

It was as if if he had been a second later, he would no longer be himself.

While she was still doing extra training, her master was eating.

Even after her training ended, Mianxue was still as pale as a sheet and could not be satisfied.

Upon noticing her return, the master quickly led his men to a quiet room to continue consuming blood.

Because the swallowing speed was too fast and too violent, Qinghan could not control herself from making any noise and could only try her best to keep the volume down.

What kind of common sense is this...?

It was clearly a mutual redemption, a bond forged through life and death.

Their master saved them, and now they are willing to help their master.

And what about yourself?

As a disciple, it would be one thing if I failed to help my master in the slightest, but instead, I was the one who caused my master to pay with his life.

It is important to know that those who lose their inner core and fall into demonic possession will also die!

After a long while, Qi Zhimu's almost instinctive bloodlust was finally satisfied.

"Lord Zhimu...why suddenly..." Qinghan hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping herself.

Seeing the bite mark on her neck heal quickly, Qi Zhimu sighed helplessly.

"Seeking advantage and avoiding harm is a biological instinct, as is the instinct to eat when hungry, but—"

"The desire of the Devouring Mirror Stream takes even higher priority than these instincts. For months, blocking some of the senses seems effective, but in reality, it is self-deception."

"Blocking these things doesn't mean the urge for physical contact during training will disappear."

"They accumulate quietly, and when you relax your mind, they erupt all at once through your instinctive craving for certain things."

"How can the crater of an active volcano be blocked indefinitely?"

At this point, Qi Zhimu couldn't help but sigh again.

"What's even more terrifying is that I gradually realized something... I seem to have fallen in love with my apprentice."

Hearing this, Qinghan fell silent.

It wasn't out of jealousy or envy, but because she genuinely stood in Qi Zhimu's shoes and understood his difficulties.

The people of Xianzhou don't really care much about worldly morality; let outsiders say whatever they want.

If you spend most of your life listening to other people's opinions, how can you find happiness?

What truly restrained Lord Zhimu was his subconscious desire not to harm those around him, nor to drag his only disciple into the abyss.

When the sisters were on the verge of death, Lord Zhimu waited until the last moment when all other options were exhausted and asked for their wishes before using the Free and Easy Body Technique to save them.

This is him.

An existence that inspires people to willingly follow and give their lives for it without hesitation.

He didn't want to hurt Jingliu in the first place, and the feelings that had unknowingly grown between them made it a dead end, a situation that blocked him from both sides.

Reason told him that he must stay away from his apprentice.

But his subconscious, his body, and his desires told him to get infinitely closer to her.

Ideally, I should devour her, so that I can reclaim everything that is rightfully mine, become stronger, and no longer be incomplete.

As the silence deepened, Jingliu, reflecting on the truth of the past, gradually came to understand everything.

She is not stupid.

She was blinded by her obsessive thoughts before, unable to see the truth hidden beneath the surface, and unable to see the emotions that her master had been trying to restrain and that he had always been thinking of her.

Many of the things that happened afterward were due to her misunderstanding of her master.

During the Yunqi Martial Arts Examination, she defeated Qin Huaimin to win first place, but her master did not approve of her...?

no.

He truly had no choice but to leave; otherwise, he couldn't suppress his impulsive desires.

The erupting volcano has not yet subsided; the master must stay far enough away from her to keep everything a secret.

Thus began a period of several years during which the two sides did not meet.

At first, she thought it was just a coincidence, a result of the busy war effort.

Afterwards, she killed the chief of the Chiseltooth Hunting Clan and went to find her master with great confidence, eager to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

As a result, he was met with a harsh and heartless rejection, which gave rise to the absurd idea that his master disliked him and was therefore deliberately distancing himself from him.

Only now do I realize that Master was using this time to painstakingly search for a solution to the problem.

But he couldn't find it.

No matter how much bounty and blessing they plunder, no matter how much blood and life of evil creatures they devour.

That desire, directed solely at her and transcending instinct, did not diminish in the slightest.

On the contrary, the more abundant the evil within, the stronger the urge becomes.

She was like a lamb dangling in front of a hungry wolf every day, but the wolf had to suppress its instinctive desires, restrain its impulses, and pretend to be normal.

How hard must it be for Master...?

The most direct manifestation of this occurred on the day when the fighting subsided and people participated in the Fire Ban Day celebrations.

On that brightly lit night, she dreamed of dancing with her master, but before she could even extend an invitation, her master took Qinghan's hand.

Jealousy, resentment, and unfulfilled desires filled my heart.

She even had the crazy idea of ​​severing Qinghan's waist.

She even had the terrifying thought of killing everyone around her master, leaving him with nothing but her to look at.

She is quite ill!

Fortunately, he eventually realized his mistake and tried to control his feelings for his master.

When they could no longer restrain themselves, they sought solace through indirect contact.

Use his used bath towels, toiletries, water cups...

She stole his clothes, curled up on the bed, and greedily absorbed his scent to satisfy her increasingly sickly self.

As her threshold increased, she became increasingly greedy, increasingly desiring a living master.

I want to touch him, get close to him, possess him...